| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 116 |
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showing the gums: its knees pressed closely to its body, the little fists clenched, and face flushed. Then after a few seconds it became placid: the mouth resumed its usual shape; the limbs relaxed and the child slumbered peacefully. `Don't you think he's getting thin?' asked Easton. `It may be fancy, but he don't seem to me to be as big now as he was three months ago.' `No, he's not quite so fat,' admitted Ruth. `It's his teeth what's wearing him out; he don't hardly get no rest at all with them.' They continued looking at him a little longer. Ruth thought he was a very beautiful child: he would be eight months old on Sunday. They were sorry they could do nothing to ease his pain, but consoled themselves with the reflection that he would be all right once those teeth were through. `Well, let's have some tea,' said Easton at last. |
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